Small building

Isabella's POV.
"Please help me; don't just leave me here, please," I begged when I saw my aunt's son being taken right in front of my eyes. I sat down, and cold waves of fear washed over me, not knowing how to start. I took a deep breath, and I started walking away. Now I'm confused about whether I should return to the demon kingdom; it has made me really scared, knowing full well that things would never be the same again if I were to go back.
I walked further, and I saw a small building in the woods; it was the only building there. I rushed towards the building and knocked on the door. I was limping due to the pain I sustained while trying to escape. Silence followed as I continued knocking, then the door suddenly opened, revealing darkness and no sign of life.
"Hello..." I called out with a trembling voice, but it was followed by a pin-drop silence that made my body shudder in fear.
"Hello..." I called out again. I have an eerie feeling about the place, but I don't have a choice; I don't know where to go from here. Suddenly I heard a hissing sound behind me. I turned back to see who it was, and that was when I saw the young boy who was once whistling by the end of the tunnel. He hid behind a tree like he was scared of something. He shook his head gently and said, "Don't go inside; come back to camp. My family will hide you from the people."
I averted my gaze back to the door; the darkness was weirdly calling out to me like I should go in and find out what was inside, and why was the boy telling me not to go in?
Then I took a step forward, but the voice of a boy gently reverberated in the wild forest, "Don't go."
The way he said it startled me. I moved back until I stumbled on the door, then hit my leg on a rock, which made me lose my balance, and then I fell inside the room where I lost balance, making me feel nothing but immense pain. Before I could stand on my feet, the door immediately closed, leaving me in complete darkness.
"Noooo..." I let out a painful scream, my heart racing so fast, many thoughts running through my mind. I felt so scared, not knowing how to go about the situation. I tried as much as possible to calm my nerves and try to navigate my way around, but it proved fruitless.
Suddenly a loud growl hovering behind me made me stop midair. I swallowed a lump of saliva as I started walking forward, only to land on a hard muscular body. I feel some fur on the body and saliva dripping on my head. I started moving backwards only to land on another muscular body again.
Then the words of that boy echoed through my mind, filling my heart with nothing but regrets: "I'm sorry, I'm leaving. I don't mean to barge into your lair." I started begging before I tried running back to the door, but I couldn't seem to find it because the door was closed.
"You really have some nerve, young lady; no one dared to come close to the door, not to talk of entering our lair," a husky voice let out.
"That's why I'm pleading for forgiveness. Let me go. I promise I'll never interfere with anything that concerns this building again. I'll forget the fact I have ever entered such a place."
"And you are still talking back at us." Another husky voice interaction before I felt myself being thrown to the ground with so much force that I almost swore most of my bones were broken in the process; I could no longer lift up my body.
I could feel blood seeping from my leg, my vision blurred, and my heartbeat reduced until I accepted my fate, which was death, because maybe I'm not fortunate enough to enjoy the word "life."
The morning rays peeked through the window, and the sound of birds chirping and the cold air filled the atmosphere, which made it more serene. I tried opening my eyes, but they felt so heavy. I gently lifted my hand, but it felt like my hand was about to be ripped apart, which made me let out a cry of pain.
"Relax, everything will be okay." I saw a man standing beside me, but I couldn't see his face because my vision was blurry.
I then went back to sleep before I woke up, but this time, I managed to open my eyes. My gaze searched, and I noticed the place was bright. 'Could I be in heaven? 'I muttered to myself. My gaze searched, and I realized that I was in a small room, and the light through the window had shone on me, which brightened the room. There were a few pieces of furniture, and some of the room was covered in cobwebs, like it hadn't been used for ages. The dust that filled the air made me cough a few times, which made both my legs beg me to stop due to the unimaginable pain that scorched through me.
"Fuck..." I cursed loudly, my heart pounding, tears slipping down my cheeks, wondering why I couldn't have just died but rather remained alive and experienced pain.
Then two hefty men walked into the room; they were all covered in body hair and long beards, their eyes were a golden hue, and long silver hair made them look weird in a way I can't define the possibility of.
They both sat beside me, staring into my eyes, which made me feel even more scared. Suddenly the memories of going into a small building and being pushed against the wall rushed through, which startled me.
"I know you must be scared the way we had pushed you. I'm very sorry for what I did; I shouldn't have done that."
"And who are you?" I asked, my voice hoarse.
"I'm Cain, and this is Van," the man sitting to my right said while gesturing his hand at the man sitting to my left.
"And why didn't you eat me?"
"Eat you!" Van burst out in hysterical laughter.
"Why would we eat you?" Cain interjected. I swallowed a deep breath. While crawling backwards, my heart beat faster when Van's eyes suddenly turned bright red, his claws grew, and his fangs elongated. I turned to Cain, and I noticed the same thing was happening to him.
Cain immediately handed me a paper and ten gold coins before he said, "Leave this place immediately; we don't want to hurt you."
"I said leave, because you won't leave to tell the tale."
"But I can't..."
Before I could complete my sentence; Van roughly grabbed my shoulders, pulled me up like I weighed a few pounds, and threw me hard against the wall, which made me let out a scream of pain.
"We cannot control ourselves for much longer; I said leave," he yelled. For that, despite the pain I was feeling, I still managed to carry my weak body, hastily carried the paper and coins, and immediately left.